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 Posted: Mon Aug 19, 2013 1:18 pm
 Bu The WandererXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX-Far from the Temple battle...-The tiny, rickety cart ambled by the ranger woman, but the man wrapped up in the driver seat didn't seem to notice; and with his face all covered as it was he couldn't see her. The wagon seemed to drive itself, for the man was not steering the donkey, which ambled along on its own. As he passed he heard the clinking of vials, the clear chimes of which caught his attention. Bu lifted up his head, and the tiny cart slowly rolled to a stop.
The cart, stationary in the road, waited until the woman caught up. With a slight nudge of his foot he tapped the donkey, who continued again at a pace slow enough that the cart was moving alongside her at the same speed. The driver lifted his hood back just enough that one white, faintly glowing eye was visible. The rest of his face seemed to be wrapped up in cloth, like bandages but he didn't look injured. The rest of his clothes were styled after a shozoku, or basically ninja-clothes, layers of loose fabric that didn't hinder mobility. A loose sleeveless tunic tucked into pants that were bound above his ankle, with padded boots decorated with prayer beads. He looked vaguely like a monk, but it was hard to pinpoint exactly what he was. He wasn't armed and didn't have any distinguishable accent - or rather, he had several at once.
It wasn't until he leaned over the side of the cart, letting one arm drape over the side that it was more clear; his white, porcelain skin marked him as a Kor. They were a rare sight these days - so much that some thought they were nothing but myth, and the ranger might not even realize the novelty of meeting one. And for all the legend surrounding this figure, the first thing he asked..
"'ey, you got any wine?" His voice was surprisingly deep for his lithe apperance, but at the same time was soft, almost sing-song, "Or whiskey, perhaps? At this point I'd take medicinal cleansing alcohol.." He leaned this way and that, trying to see what she was carrying as the cart groaned and creaked in protest to his slightest movement.
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Posted: Mon Aug 19, 2013 1:54 pm
Lora Falls-Far from the Temple battle...- She watched with curiosity as the small cart stopped and waited for her. Her eyes focused on the cart and the driver, trying to get a better look. But through all the layers it was hard to see. Before she could even get a chance to wonder what was going on she heard him speak as his arm draped over the side. Her eyes widened a hair at the sight of his skin. There were many thing she had only heard about yet never seen and he was one of them. “I’m sorry, I have none to spear. It seems that we are talking into a battle and my supplies are limited.” She replied softly, still focused on his skin. Even though she wasn’t really paying attention to where she was stepping her feet always seemed to miss the holes and raised roots along the path. Lora moved a hand to her most prominent vials, containing a greenish brown slug. “It’s all medicine and tonics for healing.” She added since he was asking about drinks. She wanted to make sure she wasn’t robed thinking she was caring alcohol, its happened before.
“May I ask your name?” She really wanted to know. After all it’s not every day she met a person with white skin. (I'll take any feed back in my posts. I've been working hard to add more details sweatdrop )
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Posted: Mon Aug 19, 2013 2:45 pm
Bu The WandererXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX-Far from the Temple battle...-The stranger looked deflated at her answer, propping one arm on the side of the cart and resting his chin in his hand. He huffed a bit, ruffling the cloth wraps over his face. The cart bumped and his hood slid back; almost all of his face was covered in layers, and only one eye was visible. A few stray locks of hair escaped where the layers were loose, and his hair was as shock white as his skin, as if spun from snow. His hands were also covered in something similar to a boxer's wraps. From behind his head a few long white ribbons trailed behind him, floating whimsically on the wind. What kind of merchant didn't carry a few bottles of booze? Oh well. It was wartime after all. He looked towards the Temple they were headed to, "You'll make a good profit once we get there." He nodded vaguely to the little cluster of carts behind them, one of the seedier looking groups, "Watch out for those." His voice, still calm but low enough that they wouldn't be overhead, "They look like merchants but I think they're just scavengers looking to profit from the dead. I don't think they'd be above stealing from a pretty face." He winked - not in a lecherous way, just in a playful, cheerful manner. He eyed her bow, "Although you look capable of taking care of yourself."
At her request he responded with a one-shoulder shrug, "Call me what you like. I've gone by many names, and I'm not attached to any of them." Though it was hard to tell through his masked face, he looked to be smiling, as the corner of his eyes crinkled slightly.
The cart ambled along beside her - it wasn't even much of a cart, barely enough room for the man. It was just what you rode in when you didn't want to walk, but at the pace the donkey was going, it was probably slower than walking most of the time, "Are you a freelance merchant or part of a Guild?"
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Posted: Mon Aug 19, 2013 3:17 pm
Wells_Falls Lora Falls-Far from the Temple battle...- Lora let out a soft laugh when he asked if she was a merchant herself. She had been mistaken for many things in her life but ever a merchant. “ No, I don’t sell my goods, they are for those who need them only.” Her eyes traveled back up to the people in front of then and the laughter quickly died. “They would probably make there dyeing mothers pay for a glass of water." There was no love or respect in her voice her most of the people she traveled with. But moving about with a caravan was much safer than going from place to place alone. “I’m not much of a fighter really, but as long as I have a little distance I’m not half bad if I do say so myself.” She thought for a moment about what to call him and nothing came to mind. In a way it was like trying to come up with a name for an unusual pet. “I’m Lora.” She said looking back up at him. “Surely there is something someone has called you somewhere that you wouldn’t mind using? I’m not good with naming things and I would feel right about calling you ‘hay you’.” She said in a rather pleasant voice. Even when she didn’t have a smile she seemed to be happy or at least at ease. Lora would stop every so often and pick a flower or plant that she passed by and shoved it into a pouch. (I'll take any feed back in my posts. I've been working hard to add more details sweatdrop )
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Posted: Mon Aug 19, 2013 4:06 pm
Bu The WandererXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX-Far from the Temple battle...-When she corrected him, he gave her another look over. He reached up to pull back on part of the cowl that covered his face, revealing his second eye. There was a scar that ran along it, but the eye seemed to be in working order, "Ah, my mistake. Ranger then?" He noted her affinity for plants; on closer inspection she looked like the kind of person who could live off the land. He preferred an urban landscape himself, but he could usually make do for a few days in the wilderness - though he lacked a more in depth knowledge of edible plants and the like that would sustain him long term. He let the coverings fall back over his eye so just the one was visible.
He considered the inquiry about a name for a while. Of course, he had a name, he just didn't use it often. In his band of gypsies and troubadours he grew up with, there were old legends that witches could control you if they knew your true name. It was all hocus pocus of course, but old habits die hard. He rubbed his chin a bit, "I'll have to think about that one. They usually just call me Stranger. For a while this one group I roamed with called me Sassenach. I gather it meant the same thing." The word was actually a foreign term for outsider and was in fact a derogatory term for such, but if the man realized that, it never seemed to offend him.
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Posted: Mon Aug 19, 2013 4:37 pm
Lora Falls-Far from the Temple battle...- She laugh out once again, this time a little louder and more soft heartedly. Lora have him a little wink as she spoke. “Druid. Not that it means much. I’m great with plants and stuff, not so much with people.” She paused then shook her head. “No, I take that back, I’m good with just about anyone.” Occasionally she reached up and brushed back her bangs out of her eyes. As he pulled back the cowl she took note of the scare. “So, what about you…Stranger? You are clearly no merchant, I doubt you’re a healer. Maybe a mercenary, hmm…?” She teased playfully. Lora let her eyes linger for a moment on the scare before diverting her eyes. So caught up on their conversation and the odd stranger riding along side her she miss stepped into of the hole along the path. Her eyes widened as she stumbled forwards and landed on her knees. Quickly she started checking to make sure none of the vials had broken. She sat there just long enough to make herself feel rather silly.
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Posted: Mon Aug 19, 2013 4:46 pm
Bu The WandererXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX-Far from the Temple battle...-"What, are you saying I couldn't be a healer?" He looked stricken, holding up his wrapped hands, "These hands... they work magic." He said it in a sarcastic tone - he was good with his hands, but healing is not what they were made for. He held her gaze for a moment then dropped his head in defeat, "No, you're right, I'm no healer. I'm not really anything." He went back to supporting his chin against one hand, slouching in the cart seat, "A scoundrel, a thief, occasionally making money with cage fighting rings.. an explorer, an adventurer. All these things are things I have done - but they are not what I am. I am merely a man of the world. I wander from place to place, sometimes lending a hand." Speaking of which, he watched as she tumbled forward. He watched her, tilting his head slightly as he watched her on the ground. Whether he didn't have time to catch her or if he simply chose not to was not clear, but after she brushed herself off he nodded towards his cart, "There's room for two. A little snug perhaps but I find it beats walking. What do you think, Lucy? Can she ride with us?" The last part he addressed to the donkey, who voiced no objection.
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Posted: Mon Aug 19, 2013 5:00 pm
Lora Falls-Far from the Temple battle...- Lora looked at him with disbelief as he called out the donkey’s name. She sheepishly smiled and answered with a nod. “That might be a good idea. Some rest might be wise with what’s up ahead of us.” She thought about the words he used to describe himself and rolled her eyes. She had only met the man but he didn’t seem as bad as he painted himself. But she did believe that he was a fighter. “It’s a good thing that I don’t believe you or I might not have accepted.” (sorry for the short post... can't think of anything. )
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Posted: Mon Aug 19, 2013 5:58 pm
The WandererXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX-Far from the Temple battle...-The Kor man extended a hand to the Druid, and lifted her up into the seat as he slid over to the opposite side. He explained that she could put her things in the back of the cart if she liked - most of the urchins here knew better than to try to take something off his wagon. The seat bench was just big enough to two to sit with relative comfort, though it was far from spacious. Stranger lifted his arm up and rested it against the back of the seat to give them more room. His other lazily held the reins that kept Lucy attached to the cart. On closer inspection the donkey looked more worn than a child's favorite teddy bear. There was graying fur around her muzzle, and she looked impossibly old for a donkey, but seemed to handle the cart with ease.
"Don't believe me? I'd never tell a lie. I've been entirely honest with you this entire time. Ask me anything - I shall give you only truth." It was hard to tell if he was still being sarcastic. The problem with the Kor was that they were hard to read, not because they hid their emotions, but because they did not; he was openly amused, but whether it was because he was joking, or because he was not, was impossible to tell. It was a long road ahead of them, and the Kor seemed as content to sit and enjoy the company as to make small talk. If she didn't seem interested they would continue on for a time, but as he said, she could ask him anything and he'd answer.
((Left it open - can continue chatting or can just let them be for now and we can pick it up at a later time and do a time-lapse once they get closer))
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Posted: Tue Aug 20, 2013 2:16 am
Kei, the exiled.
Level: 01
Life: 100
Mana: 50
XP: 1/20
Location: Mountain pass
People basking in his presence: None
OOC: Allo ~ first post Kei was walking through a rocky mountain road, he wasn't sure where he was going, but he knew he should just keep moving for the time being. As he walked he gripped his pendent and rubbed in fondly as old memories flooded his mind for mere seconds and then escaped as swiftly as they came. He sighed as he shoved the pendant back under his cold armor as he kept walking with his scythe in tow as he carried it with his other hand. He thought to himself he really needs a way of storing it. He thought about what it was he could do as he up the rocky road, coming around the bend. As he came around the bend he saw a forest spanning across the valley. He came to the edge of the road seeing it was quite the drop, he snickered a little thinking he could probably end it all just by another step. He shook his head slightly as he continued down the path now, glancing at the forest every once in a while. He was thinking about if he wanted to live in a forest now, all alone with no one there for him, but then again no one to deal with and no one to bother him. He liked the idea. He grinned as he came to the base of the road to where it entered the forest. He slowly began to walk through the forest as he became paranoid as he could hear the animals chirping in the distance and bugs flying about. Then he heard it, where he wanted to make his home. He came to a small lake with a slight meadow surrounding it. He grinned as he knew his journey has just began.
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Posted: Tue Aug 20, 2013 4:33 am
Lora Falls-Far from the Temple battle...- After taking his hand climbing up she moved her one pack and a few shoulder bags to the back. She didn’t take up much room in the little cart. Underneath her clothing and the bottles she was rather small framed woman. “ Oh no, It’s not that I don’t believe you and all. I have no reason not to believe you.” She quickly replied. Leaning over in the spot he was once in. She looked out at the tree, her eyes seemed to be searching for the right worlds. “ Seems I might have stuck my foot in my mouth again. It’s just you don’t seem like the scoundrel type.” Lora looked back over to the stranger and giggled. “But really anything?” Her eyes traveled to the scared eye It was a question she wanted to ask but she wasn’t that bold. “How long have you been fighting and where are your weapons?”
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Posted: Tue Aug 20, 2013 6:48 am
CatherinCatherin was riding a plan brown horse at the back of the caravan then the smoke came into view. Her long bushy tail swished back in forth in time with he horse. Her was covered from head to toe in tan and brown fur. If that wasn't a big enough clue that she wasn't human the the gently rounded muzzle and yellow minx eyes were. Long orange lock flowed behind her as she nagged her horse to move faster. Her was hired on as a guard to help keep the gourd safe. But the pending trouble ahead took president over the slow rolling group. She wasn't dressed like most of the mercenaries hired on. Her dark purple captions cost was fully buttoned up. The coat flared at the hips with a cris cross belt over the top. Black riding pants and boots completed the ensemble. A whip rested on the left and a slightly long dagger on the right. There was a cold hard expression on her face as she kicked the horse once more, urging it to move faster. The horse gave out a nah in protest before leaping forewords and charging on.
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Posted: Tue Aug 20, 2013 12:23 pm
The WandererXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX-Far from the Temple battle...-He shrugged, "Scoundrel isn't such a bad thing - being noble is oft overrated." He considered her question, trying to think back that far, "Well, in a cosmic sense, we've always fought, haven't we? As for a more literal sense.. I started fighting for money to support myself when I was fifteen. That was over thirty years ago." Stranger didn't look that old - not that one could really tell much about how he looked with all the wraps, "As to the second component of your question," He held up his wrapped hands, "I told you they were magic. I don't need a weapon - only a fool puts his life in the hands of an instrument to protect himself. A sword cannot feel. An axe cannot react of its own accord. And should you be disarmed - you're finished. No, I have spent years training myself in a variety of martial arts and hand-to-hand combat so that I would never have any need for such primitive implements." He smiled cheerfully, "But mostly I don't like carrying all that extra weight." For someone who seemed to be in pretty good shape - his exposed arms were curved with toned muscles and he had the body type of a gymnast, he seemed to be an exceptionally lazy individual.
The Kor held up his hand, "Alright, my turn. We'll trade questions for questions." He looked out towards the battle ahead of them that they were slowly rolling towards, "Why are you going to go try to help a bunch of people you may or may not know? Druids aren't usually part of an organized relief effort; sounds like you're doing this out of the charity of your heart."
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Posted: Tue Aug 20, 2013 12:54 pm
Lora Falls-Far from the Temple battle...- She smiled as he spoke about his fist being magic. She never understood the point of fighting really but it had its place in this world like everything else. He almost sounded like he enjoyed that type of life. She closed her eyes when she heard his question. He was getting straight to the point. ”Well, since we are all being truthful and you asked.” Lora opened her eyes, focusing on the smoke up rising up into the sky. “I’m not part of anything. I didn’t even know about the battle up ahead. But I’m willing to help because I don’t want others to suffer.” Her words hit a little too close to home for her comfort as she shifted a hair in her seat. “I follow my own path and if that makes me a bleeding heart then so be it.” Lora crossed her arms in front of her not sure if she wanted to ask any more questions. “Maybe you can teach me how to fight some? I have my bow but really I’m not that great in a fight. It would be wise to learn to defend myself at some point.”
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Posted: Tue Aug 20, 2013 1:28 pm
The WandererXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXEXP: 9/20 -A short distance from the Temple battle..-Bu considered what she said, but he seemed unconvinced, "I don't think you owe anyone anything." He shrugged, and decided to drop the issue. Beside them a woman on a horse galloped by in some kind of hurry. The cart swayed a bit as she passed, creaking in objection and Lucy gave a disgruntled Hee-haw! at the horse. Stranger pat the donkey's back, "There there old girl... be calm.." The Kor looked up from the cover of his hood, mumbling quietly to his companion, "She's not a regular merc. Awful lot of firepower floating around here for a simple merchant caravan.. they must be expecting trouble, but they couldn't have known about the battle ahead until after they left. Hmmm.." He scratched at his chin contemplatively. Looking ahead, the smoke was not too far off, "We'll be there soon. Lucy will wait outside the gates; she doesn't like crowds." The stranger leaned into the back of the cart, helping unload the druid's pack and belongings as they neared, rummaging around the tiny cart. He slipped his hand inside the many layers of his shozoku before handing her pack to her, "Best get ready. We have no idea what will be waiting for us once we get there."
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